322 poetry

by Daniel Dominowski

He did not tie his shoes
but I didn't care

322 poetry

by John Sibley Williams

Let’s say all the doctors are right.
And the analysts. The priests.

322 poetry

by Nigel Holt

‘Dubai's diversity means that visitors can enjoy
a whole range of different experiences. From the...

322 poetry

by Nathaniel Hunt

Tonight I am suffocating
while the stars melt above me...

322 poetry

by John Sibley Williams

During the summer we leap
from our roofs, naked and expecting,
into thimblefuls of ocean.

Maintained or neglected, familiar or foreign, well-worn or wild, roadways inform our decisions and identities. Their geographies direct the movement
of our lives and sketch the cartography of our stories. In this spirit, 322 Review publishes provocative emerging and established artists whose fiction,
creative nonfiction, poetry, and mixed media artwork wander the paths of human experience. A nonprofit literary journal conceived
and operated by former Rowan University graduate students, 322 Review is based in Southern New Jersey.